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NAME ;;
Blindsong, given to him because of his sightless left eye. The 'song' part is a mockery; he's usually completely silent.
AGE ;;
25 Moons
GENDER ;;
Male
RANK ;;
Warrior
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APPEARENCE ;;
Blindsong is smaller than the average cat, all flesh and bones and fur. His pelt is a dull, pale midnight shade of black, having lost all it's glamor and shine long ago. One eye is golden yellow like the sun, but the other is pure white, having lost all sight in his left eye. The injured eye is covered in scars (most of the fur surrounding the eye is gone), and just a few inches up is the remainder of her left ear: half of it is missing. If you can manage to turn your attention away from his offensive face, you can see each individual rib poking out of his tiny body, easily visible underneath the dull fur.
PERSONALITY ;;
As silent as the moon on a still night, Blindsong seems more ghost than cat, and most other cats stay far away from him. Ashamed and disgusted by his own appearance, the young warrior tends to remain in the shadows to avoid judging eyes. He's very shy and doesn't like to be around crowds; they make him skittish and unsure of himself. Most shun him as an outsider within the clan, but Blindsong pretends it doesn't bother him. He feels trapped inside his damaged body, and longs to break free of the offensive thing. His dream is to be accepted as the other cats, the 'pretty cats', are. He's actually a very friendly cat. It isn't in his nature to think cruel things about other people, and Blindsong finds it difficult to fight other creatures in order to protect his clan because he hates causing pain to others. However, strung by loyalty, he'll always do as instructed, even if it kills him to do so.
HISTORY ;;
They said he was born a kitty pet, and that he'd die a kitty pet. Blindsong was certain he would just die. His owners, the two-legged monsters who'd tortured him since birth, were his own personal nightmare. He spent most of his time locked in a cage with only an old crumpled newspaper for a bed, and the cries of other miserable cats locked in cages around him were his only company. The ensnared cats were scarcely fed, receiving only left-overs from the two-leg meals whenever there were any. Most days they just ignored him, but sometimes they'd snatch Blindsong from his cage and sick their hunting dogs on him in order to 'train' them. That's all the cats were used for. Bait. Prey. Used to train dogs to catch foxes and racoons by first teaching them to track small animals. That's how he damaged his face; one of the dogs got him during one of the more painful tracking lessons. But one day an entire herd of two-legs broke inside the house, all wearing the same fur. They dragged away Blindsong's owners and began releasing the training cats from their cages. Stroking them softly, one by one the abused cats were loaded into a huge metal monster. One of them freed Blindsong, but he slipped through their grip and jumped out of the cage. He fled out the door and darted into the nearby trees. It wasn't long before he stumbled into Hiddenclan. Upon seeing his face, they felt sorry for him and took him in long enough to try and nurse him back to health. However, determined to prove he wasn't a broken shell, he convinced them to allow him to join the apprentices. It was half a year later when Blindsong became a warrior.
RELATIVES ;;
He never knew them.
LOVE INTEREST ;;
None
Can't wait to get started. ^^